Rando shutterburgh
Wednesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As described yesterday, your humble narrator dragged his broken ankled butt up the hill he lives at the bottom of, to the light rail station (said light rail is dubbed ‘The T’), and boarded a train set that was headed into Pittsburgh from the Borough of Dormont, wherein HQ is found. Pictured above is the onboard milieu, a graphical representation of the perspective one enjoys while riding the service. I decided to do one of my ‘random shots through the window’ sessions while onboard, to pass the time.
The trick with doing this sort of thing is to not let any part of the camera touch the window glass, as vibration would transfer thusly. The other is to barely look at the camera while triggering the shutter. The exposure triangle is ridiculous seeming; daylight shooting at f8, ISO 6400, and about 1/3000th of a second. You lock your body up as a support for the camera, put your thumb on the shutter button, and turn your head. Click, click, click until your arms get tired. It’s digital, so keep shooting. There’s a high failure rate in this sort of pursuit. Who cares? It’s digital, keep shooting.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Most of the people I know who pronounce the word ‘film’ with two syllables (fillumm) treat those happy moments when they commit to an exposure as a moment of somewhat divine revelation. More often than not, it ain’t. I’ve always liked the ‘street photography’ mentality, and the credo that you shouldn’t stage or otherwise ‘improve’ the subject of a composition and should instead take what you find. I’ve seen and shot some beautiful illegal dumping over the years, and might have uncovered a serial killer back in Queens after noticing single shoes all over Newtown Creek’s streets.
I’m not implying the shots in today’s post should be considered ‘photographs’ which belong in a frame, but I do enjoy the unplanned randomness of what can only be called ‘snapshots.’ I did something very similar to this while riding Amtrak a few years ago. Ain’t I just special?
– photo by Mitch Waxman
It’s been a heck of a six months for your humble narrator. I’ve graduated from PT, or ‘Physical Therapy’ for the ankle situation. It still hurts, but there we are. Probably for the next year, they said. I waited until the last possible moment in the PT process, and asked the question I’d been keeping in for the entire treatment period: Doc, will I be able to play the violin? The Doc is about 30, I’d guess, and didn’t get the reference.
For those of you too young to have developed a proper sense of humor, the joke goes: Doctor, one question, will I be able to play the violin? Doctor says ‘there’s no reason why you can’t play the violin.’ Patient says ‘that’s great, I never could play it before.’ I blame the corporations for taking Bugs Bunny off of children’s television in the 1990’s for why the youngsters don’t know how to laugh.
There’s construction along the T’s route, specifically the transit tunnel which is shared by the T with several bus lines. Going to last for months. The folks who operate the T, dubbed the PRT, have activated an otherwise unused set of backup tracks and created a temporary stop in Pittsburgh’s Allentown, thereby.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I’ve walked this path several times last summer. Over that wall is the South Side Slopes neighborhood, and the roadways here are set at steep curves against the cliff like terrain. There isn’t a single spot in this area which could be called ‘easy driving,’ with its narrow streets and hairpin turns.
During this period of construction, scheduled to last until October, the T will run along these tracks. Looking forward to many rides through here in the next several months. Heck, I’m just looking forward to not being trapped in the house and sitting in a wheelchair.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Near the bottom of the hill, at what is already a very busy vehicular intersection leading to both the Liberty Bridge and Tunnel, is where you’ll notice the T’s tracks leading to an approach to the Panhandle Bridge, which spans the Monongahela River. This shot looks through the windshield of the T unit I was riding in, towards another train set which was moving away from Pittsburgh.
After the other T cleared away, our driver began moving towards the bridge approach. I must admit that the sound which the rails made when the T sat down on them wasn’t exactly the sort of thing you want to hear.
A loud pop, a squeal, steel on steel making an ‘urrrrrnnnnnnn’ sound.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Of course, I was shooting the whole way. Hell, if this thing is going to go down when I’m onboard, I’m going to get shots of it for the coroners to find on my camera’s memory cards. As we made the turn towards the bridge, the T passed over the busy Norfolk Southern tracks found on this side of the river, and the truss of the Liberty Bridge.
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The simplest of plans…
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
First things first, and first thing involved walking up this hill.
Normally: not a problem, currently: my ankle was pissed off by the time I hit that next corner, which happens to be midway along another somewhat shallower hill. This is my neighborhood pictured above, by the way, in Pittsburgh’s Borough of Dormont. People still ask me why I left NYC, in response I will point out the near total absence of litter, passed out inebriates, or random emergencies midway through occurring in the shot above. Five miles from the center of things, this is.
It was a warm day in Pittsburgh, given the time of the year, and your humble narrator had a plan. I’d walk to the T light rail station, and board a Pittsburgh bound train set. There’s a major construction project underway involving the service, meaning that the route is significantly altered. Street running light rail moving through a series of interesting areas? Heck yeah! I’m in.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Of course, just as I got there, a Pittsburgh bound T was leaving the station. This ensured that I’d enjoy the maximum wait time until the next one arrived, which was somehow comforting. Who likes to rush?
Your humble narrator was appointed in his usual style, with the filthy black raincoat and a knapsack full of camera gear on his back. The camera was wearing its 24-240mm superzoom lens, if you’re curious. It’s strictly a ‘daylight’ lens, that one. Not the best glass I own, but its range makes it invaluable when out on a day time photowalk in a feature rich environment.
As far as my plan for the day went, the intention was to ride into the city, where the T was servicing a normally unused station due to the construction project(s) occurring along the line, where I’d catch a few shots of the thing coming and going and then scuttle along on my merry way. Then, I’d cross the Monongahela River on a bridge, and hunt around for any passing rail traffic. Lots of room for serendipity.
It ended up being about a nine and a half thousand step day, which is a new record for me in this post broken ankle period.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Saying all that, since I had to wait the maximum amount of time between Pittsburgh bound T’s, I occupied myself by focusing in on a T train set, which was heading away from Pittsburgh, and towards its eventual terminal stop at South Hills Village. Love the web of catenary wires over these tracks, I do.
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Nonchalance
Monday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The shot above was gathered in downtown Pittsburgh, where modern urbanist notions of ‘building set backs,’ and corporations not blotting out the sun with skyscrapers which aren’t designed to allow sunlight to filter down to the narrow urban style streets, do not apply.
It’s always kind of dark in this section of the city, and apparently the landlords don’t think they’re making enough cash off their tenants, so they’re blaming homeless people, Covid, and ‘work from home.’ It’s not that they might be charging too much for the space, or that their corporate lessees want to base themselves in cheaper suburban horizontal style building campuses these days, which are closer to the highway and airport and in municipalities which offer tax incentives for basing there instead of here. It’s definitely not that at all, clearly it’s the fault of the roughly 1,000 homeless people in Pittsburgh that the big landlords earning estimates are off.
Also, as a note, I’ve been attempting to not mention anything related to the White House here, but yeah – you’ve got a real estate developer and landlord in charge right now. Fasten your seatbelts, it’s going to be a bumpy ride. I’m going to try and stay out of all of that here. As usual – I’ve got a lot of opinions on the matter, but I’m really trying to avoid even mentioning his name, as it gives him power in the manner of the Harry Potter villain ‘Voldemort.’
Saying all that, if you need a break from the headlines, come here, I’ll show you something different five days a week and will avoid naming ‘he who must not be named.’
– photo by Mitch Waxman
For instance: Recent occasion found me at the overlook platform provided by the Duquesne Incline, or as I refer to the facility – the ‘red one.’ Downtown Pittsburgh is in frame, a notable contrast from the first photo with its claustrophobic perspectives. I find that as I age, confined spaces are becoming anathema to me. During the early days just after my ankle surgery, I awoke in the middle of the night twisted up in the blanket, and positively freaked out in a panic as I felt trapped. It’s odd, the way the brain works, as I’ve always been somewhat neurotic, but have always been dangerously lacking in phobic behavior and fear.
As a middle aged/on the brink of ‘old’ guy, I’ve developed a series of things which make me uncomfortable which never used to bother me, except on a level of simple self preservation. I’ve started to not like heights terribly much, and as mentioned above – confined spaces.
The latter is something that’s always been there, since the 1980’s in Brooklyn when I was still a kid, and a race riot broke out on a city bus that I was riding. Full grown men were going at each other with abandon (the ‘Cugenes’ were pissed that a black kid from Crown Heights, part of a group of kids who were bussed from their neighborhood to the Cugene zone to go to school, had talked to one of the Italian kids’ sisters, or something – I don’t know, it was a riot and everybody was shouting) and there I was, still a kid and not even five feet tall yet, swept up in a battle between grown men as a non combatant. Brrr.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
While I was up on the overlook adjoining the incline, on the first fully sunny day we’d seen in about two weeks, a Towboat negotiated its line of mineral barges up the Monongahela River and in the direction of the confluence point of the three rivers, here in Pittsburgh. It was likely going to continue onto the Ohio River, formed by the admixture of the Allegheny and Monongahela.
I’ve caught a little crap here in Pittsburgh for my insistence on using the term ‘mineral barges.’ “Cant yinz see dat its coal, yinz freakin liberal” is the sort of many derogatory comments I’ve received after posting photos on various social media groups. Sigh…
My answer remains the same as it always has, and it’s the same answer I’d give back in NYC on harbor and Newtown Creek tours: if I can’t say – for certain – what something is, I jump a category heading or two up the list. Yeah, that looks like coal. It could also be coke. It could also be piles of coffee grounds for all I know. Until I know – for sure – what something in a photo is, I’m guessing or assuming. I can say ‘minerals barges’ with certainty, but I’m guessing or assuming as far as what their contents are.
Remember Felix Unger’s, of the TV Odd Couple, breakdown for the word ‘assume?’ When you ‘assume,’ you make an ‘ass’ out of ‘u’ and ‘me.’
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Trundle Manor
Friday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Dateline: Swissvale – and Our Lady of the Pentacle’s weekend ideation of visiting Trundle Manor. A private home full of odd treasures, Trundle Manor offers tours of its collection for lookie loo’s like us. Their Wikipedia page describes the operation as ‘a macabre art museum and oddity tourist trap.’
We arrived early, as is my habit, and I started worrying about climbing up the stairs due to the still recovering ankle situation. We made it to the top, though, and rang the bell at the appointed time.
(as a note, my ankle was fairly sore after visiting and walking around the Heinz History Center, which was about an hour or so prior to the visit to Trundle Manor)
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Stepping into Trundle Manor, you are greeted by an absolute explosion of detail. Everywhere you turn your head, their collections will offer something of interest. Taxidermy, medical oddities, etc. and they actually had a Jenny Haniver on display. There were also a bunch of hand made electrical gadgets which were kind of scary.
The space was small, and we were part of a group moving through the rooms. Our host was the lady of the house, who introduced herself using the stage name of ‘Velda Von Minx.’
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Mrs. Von Minx pointed out various points of interest in the sections of the house that were open for public inspection. The shot above is from their parlor. Everywhere you looked, there was something attention grabbing.
Her husband – ‘Mr. Arm’ – wasn’t present, but his presence was felt as Mrs. Von Minx described his art – a combination of practical engineering and artistic showmanship. Here’s a report on Trundle Manor and a visit from local CBS affiliate KDKA.
I’m told that they appeared on MTV’s ‘extreme cribs,’ back in the day.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Yes, that’s a human brain in a jar, which was sharing shelf space with a ‘singing tumor’ and a jar of psoriasis flakes. People donate oddities to the Trundle Manor couple all the time. It’s part of the admission process, apparently, but obviously cash can also be the coin of the realm for entry.
I should state that there’s a seriously weird side to Pittsburgh. The relatively low cost of real estate here allows people to really spread their wings, let their hair down, and embrace their passions. It’s what NYC used to be like before the REBNY people drove the cost of a living into the stratosphere and drained all the financial vitality out of the creative class.
The only folks who can afford modern day NYC are bankers and brokers, who are the world’s most boring and uncreative people.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Mr. Arm apparently constructed the mask above to wear at his wedding, and it enjoys a prominent position in the displays. We moved through the manor, which offers secret doors and rooms, hidden behind bookcases and panels that pivot open at the flip of a switch.
Our Lady and the two friends we came with seemed both amused and electrified by the visit, and I got busy with the camera while they were chatting with Mrs. Von Minx.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Me? I had to negotiate getting back down those steep steps outside while vouchsafing the ankle. This was a bit more difficult than it should have been and on step, I had to catch myself a bit at one point on the way down when the ankle began to flex in an uncomfortable manner. Brr.
I think that if you died here at Trundle Manor you might end up getting incorporated into an artwork. Worth your time if you find yourself in Pittsburgh, and Swissvale is also right next door to Carrie Furnace.
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Corduroy City
Thursday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The streets and layout of Pittsburgh reject all notion of a grid, due to the unique nature of the terrain here. Recent endeavor found your humble narrator gassing up the car, while out and about, whereupon the point of view above was noticed. I grabbed the camera and waved it around a bit.
The church in the shot above is the 1905 vintage Immaculate Heart of Mary RC church, and if you want a closer look at the exterior of the thing – check out this January of 2023 post. That’s Downtown Pittsburgh rearing up behind Polish Hill. I believe that I was in the Bloomfield section when capturing these shots, which I’m told used to be the ‘EyeTalian’ section ‘back in the day.’
The valley between is spanned by a local high speed road called ‘Bigelow Boulevard,’ which climbs the hills away from the shallows of downtown.
Down below in the valley there’s a Busway (I think) and a series of rail tracks mainly used by Norfolk Southern and Amtrak. Haven’t explored the zone down there yet, so I can’t speak intelligently about it.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Same location, looking in a mostly easterly direction away from downtown. Our Lady of the Pentacle was with me, and we were heading for a destination that was a bit of a drive. Not far in terms of distance, but it would all be local streets we needed to cross so traffic lights and all that would slow our progress. A couple of miles were occluded by the preferences of the bicycle people, with speed humps and the bumped out corners and painted lines that form a slalom course. Not a single bicycle person was observed using this infrastructure, although it was fun watching buses and trucks navigate the obstacle course.
We hopped back into the car after the gas station and headed towards our destination in the neighborhood of Swissvale. Found along the Monongahela River, Swissvale is neighbored by Rankin, Braddock, and is just across the river – Homestead and Duquesne. This is a fairly depressed area, in terms of quality of life and economic opportunity – I’m told – but truth be told it reminds me a lot of late 1970’s and early 1980’s Brooklyn.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Swissvale greeted us with easy street parking, and a massive agglutination of potholes marring the road. The pothole/road condition thing is a real hazard here, due to Pittsburgh’s atmospheric conditions and an Appalachian terrain, the underlying soil is almost always moist. Get the air temperatures down and that moisture freezes, causing the street to buckle. When it warms, the asphalt breaks up and a pothole or sinkhole forms.
About six years ago, a sinkhole swallowed a bus downtown.
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